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+ | =====Day Of The Kingfisher.----- | ||
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+ | Paul L. Grano. | ||
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+ | Look! Look! See, the kingfisher comes--\\ | ||
+ | There where the white log splits the pool.\\ | ||
+ | O the blue flash of him like the thunder cloud!\\ | ||
+ | See, there he goes - over he rock-fall.\\ | ||
+ | Now where the banksias on the creek' | ||
+ | Lean scarlet to scarlet-- O how he flashes!\\ | ||
+ | Look, look - ah! he is gone.\\ | ||
+ | Yet for his coming the laurel more vibrant,\\ | ||
+ | Bolder the bronze of young leaf on the fig,\\ | ||
+ | And softer the gloom-thought green of carel -\\ | ||
+ | How all things now are lovelier since he came! | ||
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+ | =====Kosiusko - And Traveller' | ||
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+ | By G. Edgecombe. | ||
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+ | At the end of our first week, Dorothy, Sheila and myself felt 'twas the correct thing to pay a Sunday afternoon call at the Chalet - needless to say, driven also by such ulterior motives as a desire to look at the inside thereof. We decided the building was slightly less offensive to the eyes at close quarters than it had been at a distance. This perhaps due to the lower courses being built in arches of grey granite, into which were set blocks of dazzlingly white crystalline quartz. | ||
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+ | We circumnavigated the place trying all the doors, and causing terrific hubbub among the dogs who were tied up (well apart, to prevent fighting) all over the hillside. One shaggy white darling whined most pathetically the moment we stopped petting him, so we concluded no one was home. Seeing a shirt lying on the ground, Dorothy the kind-hearted, | ||
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+ | The owner of the voice turned out to be Mr. Harnett, District Surveyor - tall, rose-checked, | ||
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+ | Somehow, the talk wandered to music in Nature; and of the tale we heard, these remain most vivid to me, as he told them: | ||
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+ | "Once, when I was a little feller, I was sent out in the early morning to round up the horses. It was very clear and still, and growing along the hillside were hundreds of young gums, very tall and straight, and evenly spaced, going way up before they branched out. Well, as I came up the rise in the growing light, a slight breeze lifted, three times, and three times I heard a low, long-drawn note - the deep note of an organ - which could only have been caused by the wind blowing through the gums, as if on pipes." | ||
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+ | And again - "Three of us were going to explore an underground river in the Womboyan Caves. It was too deep to wade, and much too cold to swim; so we made a raft fixed to oil drums. This would hold no more than one of us; so we tossed up, and I went. I had all my surveyor' | ||
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+ | Somehow, all our trip seemed to me to be linked with or translated into music, for the next day I went off on my own to explore Lake Albina and Mount Townsend - a clear, sparkling day, and I walked up the semi-circular valley of the Snowy against a strong wind. The gem like clarity of tawny rocks, set in a mosiac of silver, turquoise and greenish-gold, | ||
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+ | A sudden drop, over the rim of the world, and I was in a most perfect U-shaped valley - flanked with tumbled round sheep-like masses of grey granite, floored with the gently rippling lake, and ending quite abruptly in blue space - veil beyond veil of misty ridges falling towards the Geehi. Tucked in this sheltered little valley of Lake Albina, I was at once cut off from the wind, in the absence of trees, I could not oven hear it. With no sound but the ruffled lake splashing on the pebbles. As I lay at the edge on springy, brownish-green moss, studded with scarlet berries and set with tiny white flowers, two eagles came swinging with long slow rhythm through the crags. Here at last, I thought, I feel at home on this sad earth. My mind drifted off lazily, and I resolved to look up something that had been puzzling me, surely someone had described these lovely mosses better than I ever could. Sure enough, it was Ruskin - and though he spoke of the Alps, every word of it applies here:- | ||
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+ | They will not conceal the form of the rock, but will gather over it in little brown bosses, like small cushions of velvet made of mixed threads of dark ruby silk and gold, rounded over more subdued films of white and grey, with lightly crisped and curled edges like hoar-frost on fallen leaves, and minute clusters of upright orange stalks with pointed caps, and fibres of deep green, and gol, and faint purple passing into black, all woven together, and following with unimaginable fineness of gentle growth the undulation of the stone they cherish, until it is charged with colour so that it can receive no more; and instead of looking rugged, or cold, or stern, as anything that a rock is held to be at heart, it seemed to be clothed with a soft dark leopard skin, embroidered with arabesque of purple and silver" | ||
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+ | It takes little effort of imagination to visualise the glacier, 600 feet thick, which carved out this U-shaped trough, left its moraine at the end to dam up and form the lake and cut deep groves in the granite cliffs and platforms at the sides. Now the lake is cutting through the tumbled mass of rock at the end, as a vigorous stream, which then fells suddenly and dizzyingly down a long, steep valley far below. The glacier which formed it was only part of an ice-cap which once encased the Kosciusko plateau. This came down from the 7000' level to about 5000' above the sea. Later it broke up into a number of small Alpine glaciers which left behind them Lakes Cootapatamba and Albina, the Club Lake, Blue Lake and Hedley' | ||
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+ | Most of the rocks of the Kosciusko plateau. e.g. the Ramshead and Kosciusko as well as Townsend and Twynam are granitic; grey and crystalline, | ||
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+ | "Mt. Townsend' | ||
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+ | And so the matter rests. I for one am secretly relieved to think that the right peak bears Kosciusko' | ||
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+ | I finished my day of lonely wanderings down the shadowy glen of the Snowy to the Pound' | ||
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+ | I am the overlord of the hills and the high places,\\ | ||
+ | And it is the changing breath of the mountains that I seize and make into words.\\ | ||
+ | My bed is as high above the clouds as my labouring minister, the earth, can lift me up,\\ | ||
+ | And my thoughts are as far above the stars as my eager heart can carry them." | ||
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+ | ---- | ||
- | ' DAY OF THE KINGFISHER | ||
- | Paul L. Grano, | ||
- | Lookl.Lookl See; the kingfisher comes-- | ||
- | There where the white log s:.-)lits the pool, | ||
- | 0 the blue flash of him lie the thunder cloudl See, there he goes - over he rock-fall. Now where the banksias on the creek' | ||
- | Yet for his coming the laurel more vibrant, Bolder the bronze of young leaf on the fig, And softer the gloom-thought green of carel - How all things now are lovelier since he camel | ||
- | f!) | ||
- | 2. | ||
- | KOSCIUSKO -- A'ZD TRAVELLER' | ||
- | At the end of our first week, Dorothy, Sheila and myself felt Itwas the correct thing to pay a Sunday afternoon call at the Chalet - needless to say, driven also by such ult:rior motives a. desire to look at the inside-thereof. We decided the buildine; was slightly less offensive to the eyes at close quarters than it had been at a distance. This perhaps due to the lower courses being built in arches of grey granite, into which' were set blocks of dazzlini;ly white crystalline quartz. | ||
- | We circumnavigated the place trying all the doors, and causing terrific | ||
- | hubbub among the dogs who were tied up (well. apart, to prevent fighting) all over the hillside. One shaggy white darling whined most pathetically the | ||
- | moment we stopped petting him, so we concluded no one was hothe. Seeing a shirt lying on the ground, Dorothy the kind-hearted, | ||
- | The owner of the voice turned out to be Mr.Harnett, District Surveyor - tall, rose-checked, | ||
- | no he was very ineroted in oui t'rip, (we having just come back. up, | ||
- | Spur from the Geeht),' | ||
- | Somehow, the talk wan dered to music in Nature; and of the tale we heard, these remain most vivid to me, ac he told them,-- | ||
- | "Once, when I was a little feller, I was sent out in the early morning to round u--) the horses. It was, | ||
- | And again - "Throe of us were going to oyolore an underground river in the | ||
- | 3. | ||
- | Womboyan Ce ves. It was too deep to wade, and much too cold to swim; so we made a raft fixed to oil drums. Thi- would hold no more than one of us; so we tossed up, and I went. I had all my surveyor' | ||
- | the lights flickered as I looked back into the darkneesi, at one place,, the river plunged into an abyss. I got so interested that I'had. not fixed a candle for a long time, when I saw an enormous broken stalactite hangingevor the water and disappearing overhead into the blexknoss of the roof. As went past, T | ||
- | thought it would be fun to take a good swinging blow at it with my hammer._ | ||
- | Well! A terrific note rang out, wont echoing through the caves, and I found myself strugling in inky blackness deep in icy water; the raft gone, but my bag still with me. I couldn' | ||
- | current washed me up to a whole forest of little raggedy fellers - I felt my | ||
- | way round them ever so carefully, and c me to the raft. That was all right, but | ||
- | not such an easy job getting on to it; because as soon as I tried it, it | ||
- | overturned. So I manoeuvred it along till ut last I came to the big stalactite; managed to grab hold of the end, tested it, and found it was firm, took a good grip, and working round with my feet got the raft under me, then with freezing | ||
- | fingers took candle and matches out - and the first one lit! I fixed it on a rock and drew a deep breath. Got bc..ck finally after being away for four hours. But talk of music - when I heard that Sound of the hammer ring out, it certainly seemed to me the trumpet of doom' | ||
- | Somehow, all our trip seemed to me to be linked with or translated into | ||
- | music, for the next day I went off on my own to explore Lake Albina and Mount | ||
- | Townsend - a clear, sparkling day, and I walked up the semi-circular valley of the Snowy ,egainst a strong wind. The gem like clarity of tawny rocks, set in a mosiac of silver, turquoise and greenish-gold, | ||
- | A sudden drop, over the rim of the world, and I was in a most perfect U-shaped valley - flanked with tumbled round sheep-like masses of grey granite, floored with the gently rip ling lake, and ending quite abruptly in blue space - veil beyond veil of misty ridges falling towards the Geehi. Tucked in this sheltered little valley of Lake Albina, I was at onde cut off from the wind, in the absence of trees, I could not oven hear it. With no sound but the ruffld lake splashing on the pebbles. As I lay at the edge on springy, brownish-green moss, studded with scarlet berries and set with tiny white flowers, two eagles came swinging with long slow rhythm. through the crags. Hare at last, I thought, I feel at home on this sad e,Irth. My mind drifted off lazily, and I resolved to look up something that had boon nu7zling me, surely someone had described these lovely mosses better than I ever could. Sure enough, it was Ruskin - and though he spoke of the Alps, every word of it applies here:- | ||
- | , | ||
- | They will not conceal the form of the 'rock, but will gather over it in little brown bosses, like small cushions of velvet made of mixed threads of dark ruby silk and gold, rounded 9.1N.,r more subdued films of white and grey, | ||
- | with lightly crised and cu'rld edges-like ho r-frost on fallen leaves, and minute clusters of u7rieht orilnge ' | ||
- | it takes little effort of imagination to visualise the glacier, 600 feet thick, | ||
- | Most of'the rocks of the Iocciuski 1-Aeau. e g. the R-.resheed and Kosciusko as w,11 as Townsend and Twynam are Lcranitic; | ||
- | " | ||
- | Tate and past the South Rails Head. It is not possible to think that he could have | ||
- | mint-ken Townsend and "The Abbott" | ||
- | And co the m-tter rests. I for one am secretly relieved to think that the right poak bears Kosciusko' | ||
- | I finished my day of lonely wanderings down the shadowy glen of the snowy to the Pound' | ||
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- | 5. | ||
- | I am the ovorlord of the hills and the high places, And it is the ch' | ||
- | IT7 bed is as above- th' | ||
- | And my thouchts are as. ' | ||
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